Since with­out Thee we do no good,
And with Thee do no ill,
Abide with us in weal and woe,
In act­ion and in will.

In weal, that while our lips con­fess
The Lord who gives, we may
Remember with a hum­ble thought
The Lord who takes away.

In woe, that while to drown­ing tears
Our hearts their joys re­sign,
We may re­mem­ber who can turn
Such wa­ter into wine.

By hours of day, that when our feet
O’er hill and val­ley run,
We still may think the light of truth
More wel­come than the sun.

By hours of night, that when the air
Its dew and sha­dow yields,
We still may hear the voice of God
In si­lence of the fields.

Abide with us, abide with us,
While flesh and soul agree;
And when our flesh is on­ly dust,
Abide our souls with Thee.